One More Round (Morgan)

[Trilby Benedetta]

The walk through the public farmland had been a quick one, the bounty hunter shoving her prey most of the way, wanting to be off this backwater world.

Her first attempt had failed miserably, as well-thought out and planned as it had been. Good old fashioned footwork and threats had finally done the trick. For being such a pain in the rear bounty, Evanar was..well, well-behaved. He didn't put up much fuss, even when she slapped a pair of cuffs on him.

This put her on edge - sooner or later he'd run, and she'd be forced to follow. She could not bring him back to the Black Sun dead, as much as she'd prefer it.

The pair finally arrived at the small shipyard where her enforcement ship was waiting.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan was well behaved because he was hatching a plan, and because she was an excellent shot. At this range a shot to his vitals would do him in: it would just take longer. The bounty hunter had been clever, subtly destroying the welds on the cage and then doing the re-wire on the repulsordrive. The original plan was obviously to cripple him with the speeder crash.

Even though it was obvious that he was in good physical shape, he looked normal. Light cuffs should be enough even for an adrenal binge. Unfortunately, she had kept the blaster carefully trained on him. This wasn't a Hutt punk wannabe. She likely worked for Black Sun, or one of the other actually organized factions. While the Hutts did accomplish goals, they considered the vast majority of their workforce expendable and largely for their own amusement. After several hours of walking through woods, they reached a slice of the local spaceport, although it wasn't much more than marked dirt and scattered support structures. He was being herded into a MandalMotors Pursuer that had seen better days. It's armor was scored by blaster fire, but in good repair. The ion turret looked damaged and forced forward, and the twin blasters were reduced to a single. It was more than servicable, and he bet that the engines and and shields worked perfectly, along with the holding cells.

[Trilby Benedetta]

The Fausta Bella had seen better days; true, the weapons systems were a bit shabby. But it got her from job to job with no real problems. And the holding cells were brilliant. it was the ideal ship for a bounty hunter.

Morgan found himself nudged into one with the business end of her heavy blaster pistol. Once she was certain he was securely locked away, Trilby plopped herself into a seat and kicked her shoes across the room. Her feet were killing her. She would be extremely happy once this job was over.

"Are you hungry or something?" Her seat spun to face him. "I suppose I should feed you before I take you off to die."

[Morgan Evanar]

"Yes, I am." He was, haven not eaten since before the first stage.

He looked at where her shoes had landed. Why would anyone wear something like that?

"You should buy new shoes when you turn me in. Those look uncomfortable." Morgan probably should have kept his mouth shut, but he was going to be turned over to someone to do something with. He figured they were either going to make him an offer he couldn't refuse or kill him. Either had a pretty good chance.

[Trilby Benedetta]

"I don't wear them for comfort, I wear them because they make my legs look good."

She wiggled pedicured toes at him, stretching, before disappearing through a doorway. She returned a few minutes later with a couple of prepacked dinners and utensils. One tray with a plastic fork was slid into the cell through a slot in the door.

Trilby flopped back into her chair, feet pulled up underneath her. She busied herself with peeling open her own meal.

"So, what did you do to get yourself in so much trouble, Mr Evanar?"

[Morgan Evanar]

"I picked the wrong job." He said with a mouth a quarter of food moved to one cheek. Morgan swallowed a moment later.

"The pay was great, but the benefits turned out to be absolute crap. Mmh. These are better than the standard Imperial rations, who makes these?" he asked between systematic bites and chews.

[Trilby Benedetta]

"Auntie Sanloinne...who-ever she is...I picked them up somewhere, " She swallowed her food, and furrowed her brow. "Don't remember where though. Cooking isn't my forte."

The people who had hired her hadn't gone into specifics about Evanar - they wanted him caught and returned alive. She couldn't guess what kind of "job" he'd done to anger the Sun.

"Aren't you a little young to be wanted dead by the Black Sun? You don't seem like the gangster type."

[Morgan Evanar]

“I already went through my gang phase in my mid teens. I took a slicing job that might have gotten on their sensors. I probably know too much or something.” He shrugged and systematically devoured what little there was left in the ration.

“I guess they finally decided to send someone competent. The last couple bounty hunters were pretty dumb.” He added with a laugh.

[Trilby Benedetta]

She smirked.

"Yeah, anyone with a ship and a blaster thinks they can do this job. Half of them are just wanna-be tough guys with no clue."

[Morgan Evanar]

"Yup." Morgan agreed.

"But how'd you end up in this bussiness? I mean, I'm from Nar Shadda so you generally expect a degree of scumminess. I could be running security for some scumbag, or a smuggler or still a punk with a blaster but I happen to be pretty good at slicing."

[Trilby Benedetta]

"I happen to be good at shooting people, heh."

She set bare feet on the floor, putting her empty food container on a nearby console. She normally didn't go into her past - too painful and too dangerous to talk about openly - but she could give him the bare-bones version.

"I used to live on Coruscant. Got taken in by some well-meaning criminal types when I was a kid, and the rest is history. I was a good shot, had a knack for finding people, too."

[Morgan Evanar]

"I've got a knack for crappy luck lately." He curled up in the corner of the tiny cell.

"Wake me when we get wherever it is we're going."

[Trilby Benedetta]

"Will do."

She rose from her spot by the console, leaving her garbage behind. Morgan could hear the usual sounds of a ship launching, and then silence.

***
Trilby had set the co-ordinates for Kuat. A quick message over the comm let them know she was coming home with Evanar in tow. The ship made the jump, and she unstrapped herself from her chair.

This gig had been too easy. She was expecting some kind of trouble out of her catch; she just wasnt sure what.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan had slept in far worse places. This was clean, and although the surface was hard, it was smooth. He folded his body neatly into the corner and cushioned his head with his arm. One forearm draped over his eyes, he looked surprisingly organic and natural.

“Wake up.” He heard.

“Mmmnrahrn… mmmm sleeping.” He said, pulling himself upright slowly. The ship had stopped, and the only thing he could hear was the hum of life-support systems and probably a fast-launch sequence readied.

Trilby opened the cell door and he shuffled out, sleep dazed. She reached out to close the cell again when Morgan struck. He had been working the cuffs whenever she had been on the other side of the ship, and when she was closer, cat napping. Morgan smashed his head into hers, sending her down. He grunted, and then howled when she nicked his arm with a quick draw shot as she hit the metal that made up the corridor. The slicer kicked the blaster away before she could get another shot off. Her foot lanced up to kick him, but much to her surprise, the cuffs broke away, and he grabbed her foot. With inhuman strength, he wrenched her upward, into the ceiling.

[Trilby Benedetta]

Originally posted by Morgan Evanar
Morgan had slept in far worse places. This was clean, and although the surface was hard, it was smooth. He folded his body neatly into the corner and cushioned his head with his arm. One forearm draped over his eyes, he looked surprisingly organic and natural.

“Wake up.” He heard.

“Mmmnrahrn… mmmm sleeping.” He said, pulling himself upright slowly. The ship had stopped, and the only thing he could hear was the hum of life-support systems and probably a fast-launch sequence readied.

Trilby opened the cell door and he shuffled out, sleep dazed. She reached out to close the cell again when Morgan struck. He had been working the cuffs whenever she had been on the other side of the ship, and when she was closer, cat napping. Morgan smashed his head into hers, sending her down. He grunted, and then howled when she nicked his arm with a quick draw shot as she hit the metal that made up the corridor. The slicer kicked the blaster away before she could get another shot off. Her foot lanced up to kick him, but much to her surprise, the cuffs broke away, and he grabbed her foot. With inhuman strength, he wrenched her upward, into the ceiling.

Trilby slammed hard into the metal ceiling, her arms blocking her face from the impact. Her body practically bounced off the floor, knocking the air out of her. She pushed herself up onto her knees, blood running from her nose.

"..frellin son of a bitch..." Her eyes searched the floor for her blaster, before she spotting it underneath a nearby console. The bounty hunter lunged for it, hoping to get a few parting shots into Evanar.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan had jammed door release. The ship hissed as it shifted fluids and gasses to open the door. It seemed to move in slow motion while Trilby dove for her blaster. He had given her a bloody nose, but she was alive and conscious. She was just doing a job, but it would have been nice if she were not present now.

He dove through the expanding door opening, her blaster bolt kissing him on the edge of his ear.

“Grah!” He cried out, tumbling onto the ground and then back onto his feet in a weirdly smooth transition.

The hangar was large, and mostly empty. This was bad. Trilby was an excellent shot. She was in the doorway, letting hell loose with the blaster. Morgan zigged and zagged, but she put a blaster bolt into his right arm.

He was in a space station… somewhere. Dammit. It was a cargo station, from the dingy looks of things. He had to hide.

[Trilby Benedetta]

The station was nearly empty. A few stacks of crates here and there, and no workers to be seen. Someone from the Black Sun was set to arrive any minute -- the last thing she wanted was to lose Evanar now that she was so close to sealing the deal.

She fired three more rounds, one hitting him in the right arm, the other two missing by a mile. She wiped the blood from her nose and followed him further into the station.

[Corvus]

:: At the other end of the station, Corvus stepped down off the Surronian Assault ship that belonged to his new partner. They were here to pick up a bounty ::

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa poked her head outside ::

"Are they here yet?"

:: She looked around and saw no one except techs and droids. A blaster cartridge thwaped Corvus on the head ::

"Go find them!"

[Corvus]

:: Corvus sneered at the nebari ::

"We stay together ... Partner."

[Tirsa]

"Why?"

:: she grinned ::

"Can't handle one guy?"

[Morgan Evanar]

Even with one arm damaged, Morgan was an excellent climber. He was still out of Trilby’s line of sight. He glanced upward. The array of pipes and cables that lined the ceiling looked sturdy enough, and the poor lighting wouldn’t be aiding the bounty hunter’s cause. Morgan continued his full speed run, and then turned. He took three steps off the wall and then leapt. His hand slapped against a smaller pipe, and he swung his legs around one of the larger pipes.

He slowed his breath and waited for Trilby.

[Trilby Benedetta]

She passed underneath him a few moments later, pausing to check the area before heading towards the open door. She was praying her employers would stop him if he had managed to get that far away from her...

[Corvus]

"I have a bad feeling about this."

:: he unclipped his sidearm and was on the move ::

[Tirsa]

:: her shoulders slumped forward ::

"Fine ..."

:: she picked her blaster up off the ground and secured the ship before chasing after Corvus ::

[Morgan Evanar]

Benedetta expertly handled the blaster pistol. She lead with the weapon, and kept her upper body completely stable while she took small, quick steps down the corridor. Unfortunately for her, she was right below Morgan.

He let go of the pipes, and let his body tumble through the air. He kicked a foot out and popped the blaster free of her grip. Morgan landed on his feet with a loud clang against the metal flooring.

[Trilby Benedetta]

Frell.

Evanar fell from the pipes above, kicking the blaster from her hand before scoring a perfect 10 on his dismount. The bounty hunter lunged at him, arms wrapping around his waist as she tackled him to the ground.

[Corvus]

:: The sounds traveled across the pipes, and Corvus looked up at the ceiling and swore ::

"He's Loose!"

[Tirsa]

"Frelling Bounty Hunter! I told Sorsha not to contract out!!!"

:: she leaned forward and crained her neck, trying to weed out the sounds to get a better location of the prisoner ::

"He's not in the pipes anymore."

:: she heard a muffled thump ::

"Straight ahead!"

[Morgan Evanar]

Trilby didn’t know it, but she made a critical error. Morgan had been in over a hundred hand to hand scraps from his street gang days. He viciously jabbed her in the side four times, and then her grip broke. His knees crashed into her body, and he continued to hit her until he felt she was adequately stunned. Morgan dove and rolled on top of the blaster, and kept running back towards Trilby’s ship, praying she didn’t have another accurate blaster on her body.

[Trilby Benedetta]

He hit back. Hard. Hard enough to knock the sense out of her and leave her gasping on the floor of the cargo-bay. She had one hold-out blaster, tucked into one boot, with a half-dead energy cell - she had two, maybe three shots left, and he was on the move.

The first shot missed, leaving scorch marks on a crate as Evanar ran past. The second singed his ear, and the third pull of the trigger...did nothing. Benedetta threw it down as she took off sprinting after him, back in the direction of her ship.

[Corvus]

:: Corvus caught sight of Morgan, with Trilby in hot pursuit. The poss wanted him alive, and that in itself was annoying. Given choices, the right thing to do would be to fry him and the bountyhunter too for being careless. He fired a warning shot that scored the ground a few feet ahead of Morgan, just to get his attention ::

"Down on the ground, or the next shot takes a kneecap!"

[Tirsa]

:: She slung her blaster rifle over her shoulder and took aim on Morgan, ready to follow through with Corvus' warning ... and possibly take out the other kneecap if needed ::

[Morgan Evanar]

He was nearly to the door, and if they started to move, good luck hitting anything. Morgan fired a few wild shots toward the pair as he continued to run near full speed, which was an impressive clip. Morgan started to zig-zag, and then ran into the hangar.

All he had to do was get inside the ship and close the door.